When Father collapsed and died in Dublin,
I was eating a very good chocolate muffin.
Mother screamed. A teacup fell.
It’s not that he’d even been unwell.
I’m afraid I took another bite;
it was so deliciously moist and light.
[first posted 7 July 2014]
What you didn’t say, says a lot
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Thanks oldmainer. I wouldn’t want to sound heartless but sometimes cake comes first.
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